Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Television,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.